Tomás Ó Cárthaigh Poems

Ireland, is it but a Notion?
Ireland... is it but a notion
Of a land that never was...
But in the dreams of our dreamers...
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He who walks knows not he is watched:
By a God who sees us all and is fair,
Though not seen by human eyes,
No one doubts that he is there...
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Can a hand outstretched be trusted...
Can we without fear accept a smile...
Is all as it should be
Or should we be cautios all the while?
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I am not alone, though alone I may be,
My God always is with, and watches over me,
As I each day, inthis world my way try to make,
He applauds the good I do, and scorns each mistake.
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A horse is a horse and a man is a man
And neither can be the other
And each can survive but is much better
In the company of one another.
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A cry, silent in the night,
Taken by angels heavenwards
To the ear of God on high
As if the Angels were birds…
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He faught not war, but a campaign
Freed India from Britains reign,
Caused only the British to shed blood
If only Ireland would camplaign, like India could!
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I, the sinner, in church I am not seen
Because Im not missed, Im never asked where I’ve been
For I, few times my face in church has shown
And so, by those ho frequent it are not known.
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The meadows through which my dancing heart
Has often ambled with abondoned glee
Are now overgrown by thorns
Through which it now cannot walk free.
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Once there lived a Scotsman
Whose years nobody knew
Who was seen by all in town
And known by very few.
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